OWS Poetry Anthology Week 9 Update

“Week 9″ has officially been added to the OWS Poetry Anthology. And I have exciting news! This December 17th, we’re launching a website for the OWS Poetry Anthology so it’s more easily accessible and ever more beautiful and free. The anthology will remain at the People’s Library WordPress page as a PDF but will also be at owspoetry.org as a more navigable version. So everyone that isn’t going to the re-occupation of Dec. 17th, you can occupy the new poetry site! And you should write a love poem to everyone that is occupying the new space on Dec. 17th.

A Writing Prompt(For those that need a nudge in the poetic direction): What does occupation mean to you? The word has a few meanings: Occupation – noun 1. a person’s usual or principal work or business, especially as a means of earning a living; vocation: Her occupation was dentistry. 2. any activity in which a person is engaged. 3. possession, settlement, or use of land or property. 4. the act of occupying. 5. the state of being occupied. But none of those meanings seem to capture the meta-experience occupations across the country have offered people. When has a job ever allowed a worker to fully engage in their right to free speech, free sleep, free food, free books, free everything… So please think about what it means for you to occupy. Where you occupy. Why you occupy. How you occupy. And form those messy ideas in your mind into words. And put those words onto paper. Then send those ideas to the OWS Poetry Anthology – stephenjboyer@gmail(DOT)com.

In other news, “Week 9″ hosts the first Non-Latin language poetic contribution to the anthology! This is a huge step! We are breaking new ground! Incorporating more voices! A United Global Occupation that Occupies Everything is coming! The following poem doesn’t represent what the majority of occupiers feel, but that’s okay! Occupy Wall Street is about the freedom of opinion. It’s about people saying whatever they want. Anyone that has been to any G.A. knows the great lengthy arguments we go through to get anything accomplished. We believe in disruptors, for we are all disruptors.

低能

by 匿名

低能

彼らの心を占めて
前進馬鹿
通りで
公園の
テントに横たわっている
強姦
盗む
不潔な
役に立たない
無意味な
家を移動
愚かなドローン
人の耳の周りにブンブン
あなたが育つだろう願って
あなたの幼稚な方法で過去の
離れて危険なゲームから
あなたの無知を超えて
独善を残して
演技乳児
注目を求めて停止する
あなたは、懇願する
あなたの人生で役に立つ何かをする
他の人を混乱させる横

バスを取る
仕上げ学校
仕事を得る
恋に落ちる
家族を持っている
あなたの子供を愛して
あなたの配偶者を愛して
貢献を行う
社会へ
しかし、ほとんどすべての…
目的を果たす
愚かなクソ低能
生命を得る
私たちの残りの部分を残す
単独

And in closing, here’s the youtube video version of the poem the poet KJ Ink sent this past week… It’s called “Occupy There Minds”. I’ve been seeing more and more poets posting videos of their work on youtube… check out the OWS Poets!

Read, download, enjoy the OWS Poetry Anthology HERE!

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4 responses to “OWS Poetry Anthology Week 9 Update

  1. By the infamous Dubblex who writes to stay sane.

    Mic check mic check

    We are back again I represent the 99 percent
    Who resents the one percent who has all the money that is spent
    They got millions and billons to satisfy the greedy
    They don’t care to feed the needy
    We camp out and protest the mess of this so called democratic process
    We march and demonstrate to try to alter our fate

    Plastic bullets are fired and still we remain inspired
    Tear gas is thrown in the crowd
    panic sweeps through like a jet stream in the fogginess
    We wonder where is the freedom where is the justice
    What crime did we commit?
    No one is read their rights or explained why they’re detained
    Americans young old from all backgrounds and colors are dragged with plastic handcuffs on their wrists
    Thousands arrested when we protest and resist
    Someone’s forgotten my first amendment rights
    Someone’s forgotten my right to free assembly
    Someone has forgotten this is a democracy
    The 99% reach out and rise from a flicker on Wall Street to a flame burning
    through our countries main streets to around the world north south west and east
    Hear the sound of marching feet to defeat the elite
    We protest against the bankers’ bailouts
    We protest against foreclosed homes
    Our outrageous student loans
    Against our working homeless
    We stand against big money in politics
    We demand healthcare for the poor who are sick
    We amass to stand against corporate greed
    We chant for freedom from poverty for those in need
    The police come in the dead of night and rip down our protest signs
    They rip down tents and tarps
    They trash thousands of library books
    They herd us with horses to force us to change our marching courses
    spray us with mace,
    fence us in with blockades
    The right wing money controlled media turns a blind eye
    What is their reply?
    Will you sit idly by?
    What is the future for our children in this economy?
    This country is full of irony
    We condemn other countries for limiting freedom of speech
    but can’t see our own hypocrisy
    Corporations are not people
    We need a country that is equal
    So mic check this nation
    Let the unions take to the streets
    Demonstrate a strike
    Let us close down ports in Oakland California New York and Florida
    Demonstrate in the streets of D.C.
    Occupy Wall Street close down the stock exchange
    We are the 99 percent screaming it’s time for a change.

  2. Billie’s Consumerism Blues

    Consumerism’s got the best of me in spite of my fighting so hard to maintain the good thinks in life. I keep fighting a losing battle. I want to believe the best things in life are free but I get stopped in my tracks.

    Buy buy buy they implore, while I have nothing left to buy with except very extended credit debts. I’m outta cash supply, debts mount easily. Buy, buy, buy, come read poetry. Buy a glass of wine. You can’t sit there and read for free. You’ve got to pay your dues too. Don’t forget the entrance fee. Cough it up.

    Tons of paper discarded daily senselessly. No one could be so sad. Trees ask me to tell them why they’re born to be discarded they wail about their senseless lot, they live to be – they ask me if I know why it’s like this, what’s all this suffering for? I cry. I cry.

    Lights on in every room whether you’re home or not to keep the burglars away. In Harlem Mexicans crowded 3 families to each apartment while we pay taxes to build another Yankee Stadium right next to the one already there. The rich pay more for private boxes while Mexicans live in NYC barracks, 20 in a 3 room apt, barely able to pay the rent. Please I beg you give the poor some of my taxes instead I plead. They turn a deaf ear. Please, please?

    I sit in my room looking out at the rain, no one could be so sad. Gloom everywhere, I sit and I fear, I don’t know what the world is coming to.

    Kill canned hunts. WTF, what kind of concept kills caged animals for a few dollars from the rich? I can’t wait. I want to kill hunters; torture them watch life slowly drain from them, their heads lolling to one side. I place their head on my lap. Take a pic too, like they do to the lioness bleeding from her mouth, trying to feed her cubs behind the fence, teats full of milk. Make them like quarry, my prey, another trophy.

    You can’t hide from the ugliness I try to hide I do, I do. I can’t take much more.

    I sit in my chair filled
    Filled with despair.
    No one could be so sad.
    gloom everywhere, I sit and I stare. What’s the state of the universe? Is there anybody out there?

    The ugliness all a glow, picture show for family. Bring up your moohlah! We got yours here. Worse than Sodom & Gomorrah. My soul’s for sale. Name your price! Sold to the devil at the crossroads!

    This revolution will not be televised; will not put the shine back on your teeth. Civil rights gone, lives tapped into by government, someone’s in control somewhere. Not me, hey, I’m all alone in here waiting for the pain to go away. I sit in my chair full of despair, no one could be this sad.

    I cry to trees. They hear my pleas. No one else does.

    Please! Please. Is there anybody out there?

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